Disclaimer: I do not own Saint Seiya characters

Dinner

February 15th

"Camus," said Milo, looked at his best friend's plate. "Why don't you eat your food?"

"Hmm…I'm waiting for Hyoga," Camus answered. He kept reading his book though all his fellows had already began to eat.

"He'll be home at nine, right? Now's still seven o'clock, better you eat ahead," Milo suggested.

"It's ok, I'll wait him," replied Camus.

Milo only shook his head and continued eating.

Camus still sat in the dining room after his fellows finished eating and left the room. He still read his book, but his deep blue eyes glanced at the clock several times. He always felt uneasy when Hyoga had to go home at night.

When it was already 9 pm, he felt someone stroked his hair harshly.

"Hey. It's nine," said Milo.

"I know. He'll be home soon," replied Camus.

Milo smiled slightly and stepped to the refrigerator to take a bottle of orange juice. "What if he's late? Or something's happened and he has to go home at midnight? You'll still wait for him?"

"Yes."

Milo approached Camus and clung the cold bottle on Camus' cheek. "Drink this at least," said Milo.

Camus smiled slightly. "No, thank you, Milo."

Seconds later they heard someone opened the door.

"I'm home!" Hyoga's voice.

Camus breathed in relief. He saw his kid stepped lightly and entered the dining room.

"Hello, Shihyou," the blond young man greeted.

"Hi."

"I'm soooo tired and miss my bed so bad," sighed Hyoga, walked to the refrigerator and took a bottle of mineral water.

"You have to eat your dinner first, Hyoga."

"Oh, don't worry. I've ate in my friend's house. He served roasted chicken and it was veeeery delicious," said Hyoga cheerfully. "I think I'll directly go to sleep. Nite, Sensei," said Hyoga, and without turning his head to Camus again, without asking whether his master had ate or not, and without realizing that Camus had restrained his hunger for two hours only for his sake, Hyoga marched to his bedroom.

Milo looked as if he was being stung by his scorpion. "Hey!" he snarled, but Hyoga had entered his room.

"It's ok, Milo."

"Ok what?! You've waited him for two hours!"

"It's only for this time, don't worry," Camus said as he took the fork and began to eat.

"Why…why didn't you tell him you'd waited for him?!" asked Milo in disbelief.

"He didn't need to know."

"My God! I really don't understand you, Camus!"

Camus smiled slightly. "You don't need to," he said.

Milo sighed, then sat beside his best friend. He knew it would be useless to speak more, so he chose to stop arguing.

"You don't go to your bedroom?" asked Camus after several minutes.

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Just wanna stay here."

"Because?"

"I can't sleep before seeing you sleep peacefully on your bed, damnit!"

Camus looked at Milo, and gave his rare smile at him. A winning smile, actually.

"What?!" snarled Milo.

Camus shook his head. "No," he answered. "Nothing."